Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.